"I thought I wouldn't like it here, I think all can agree that we rifters from elsewhere have a less than welcoming arrival what with the demons. And the falling. And the snow or a bog," she pulled a face, remembering how she'd been there in the Mire to watch it happen as they all came spilling out, running quickly to aid. "But we've at least gained trust through helping and proving that these marks can do what they're meant to do. I've made friends here, I shall be sad to depart when it is my time. My heart will grieve for the loss of so many beautiful women, including yourself, a true tragedy."